Creeping Death

Fuck yeah, we're ready You ready my friends? Creeping Death Hahaha Come on, man Slaves, Hebrews born to serve to the pharaoh Heed to his every word, live in fear Faith of the unknown one the deliverer Wait something must be done. Four hundred years So let it be written, so let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one Sing it, man -- -- I'm creeping death Now, let my people go land of Goshen Yeah, go I will be with thee bush of fire Blood running red and strong down the Nile Plague darkness three days long hail to fire Ye-yeah So let it be written so let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one Your turn -- -- Yes I'm creeping death You ought to know by now mother fucker Yeah friends, we got ourselves a long noisey night in front of us. You might as well start making noise now. You sing it: die, die, die, die -- Yeah, it's you man, come on -- Keep it up my friends Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first born man Mother fucker Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first born man I rule the midnight air the destroyer Yeah, born I shall soon be there deadly mass I creep the steps and floor final darkness Blood lambs blood painted door I shall pass A mother fucker So let it be written so let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written so let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh son Oh, I'm creeping death Yeah yeah oh yeah Ooh yes